#THEY ARE SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

[maiatck]

nap time

someone sugested me to draw them like that and I did it because I can!!

i love them

i miss them

aaa

[mediumgayitalian]

“Nico,” Will said, softly.

Nico hummed.

“Nico,” he said again. His voice was no more urgent, but instead almost breathy, half a sigh. The weight of Will’s head in his lap grew heavier. He set down the block of wood he was carving, sliding both hands into golden hair, instead.

“Yes?”

Will’s eyes were half-lidded, lethargic, blinking slowly. He met Nico’s fingers when one hand slid down his neck, his shoulders, to grasp it, squeezing gently.

“Kiss me,” he requested, voice soft as strawberry blossoms.

A light, late-June breeze blew through the valley, rustling the leaves of the tree they say under and carrying Will’s voice away. Nico heard him, anyway, watched the curve of his lips and the shape of his teeth as he murmured the words, eyes dusk-blue and dark and meeting his, head-on.

Hands shaking, Nico rested them gently on the sides of Will’s face, palms on his cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft line of his jaw.

Slowly, he bent down, pausing a hair’s breadth away from warm, freckled skin, breath tickling the light, delicate hairs of his eyebrows and making his eyes flutter shut. After two breaths, three, four, shaking in his lungs, he pressed his lips, dry and lingering, to the bridge of his nose, the skin between his eyebrows.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Will breathed, chest rising slowly as the winter sun. “Again.”

Hardly lifting his mouth enough to make space between them, he followed the contours of Will’s nose, leaning to the left and hovering over the apple of his left cheek, sun-kissed and heated. He pressed his lips there, too, giving him no time to speak before moving to his other cheek and kissing there, just as softly.

This time, his voice was heavier, breathing more laboured.

“Like that?”

The cooing of the mourning doves and distant camper laughter should have drowned out the sound of Will’s breath, but Nico heard it anyway, the sharpness of it, the quickness of it.

“Yes,” he whispered. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Another. Please.”

Nico’s hands were trembling openly, now, and the slightest of shudders wracked his frame — Will’s voice was deep and wrecked, like river rocks. He had never heard it like this, and he had to press his hands closer to Will’s skin — if that was at all possible — to reserve himself.

He moved slowly over the swell of Will’s jaw, brushing his own thumb in the process. He hovered over Will’s mouth, feeling more than hearing his breath hitch, and pressed a long, lingering kiss to the dip just below his bottom lip.

“Like that?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yes,” came Will’s shaky response. One of his hands came to rest on top of Nico’s, overheated palms burning a brand over his knuckles. “One more.”

As slowly as he dared, Nico dragged his mouth along the crest and swell of his lip, lingering at the corner of his mouth and kissing the peak of it, open mouthed, near frozen —

“Please,” Will begged, “Nico, please —”

— and when he finally pressed their lips together, nose brushing his chin, he could have keened in relief; he was bowled over by the intensity of it, by the way Will surged up and tilted his face and gasped into his mouth, as if this was the first time they’d kissed instead of four hundredth. Nico moved the hand not trapped under Will’s for rest on his chest, palm to his heart, feeling it gallop and speed faster with every second they spent pressed close together. Nico was convinced he could taste Will’s devotion on the roof of his mouth, suck the blinding light of him from his molars. He breathed heavily, hardly focused on it, hardly focused on anything except the smell of him and taste of him, the scratch of his nails in his scalp.

“Don’t stop,” Will pleaded between breaths, and Nico thought the Earth Mother could rise again and I would not move.

He said, “Would never,” and pressed closer, and committed every one of Will’s gasps to memory.

[broadwaycantdie]

wolfstar <3

[fallevs]

you take my breath away

[tkstrandreyes]

The way Carlos tried to use his cow-eyes on TK to not go to the hospital.

[yebinsh]

ava kisses bea and expects bea to not follow her?!?!?

[rhaelicents]

rhaenicent as taylor swift lyrics (pt.1)

dress - taylor swift

the great war - taylor swift

my tears ricochet - taylor swift

sad beautiful tragic - taylor swift

ivy - taylor swift

death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift

[yourestuckinmypain]

I am finally re-watching The 100 and my partner is watching it with me. He said Clarke and Bellamy have 'brother-sister' energy

WHAT??????????????????????

[my-favouritetvshows]

You're so used that everyone is in love with everyone, and that they see them as beautiful and magical, that you can't really understand if Ronan has a crush on Kavinsky and that's why his shoulder is beautiful. Or is this just the way it always is in the narrative

[harpoons-are-better]

Going back to my retirement sketchbook and it's also about to be finished

[sunshineandviolets]

i love them both, i get this is the titanic book but i need them both to survive !!

[ill-heart]

Home

I found this little piece of work in my documents, and I realized that I haven’t post it yet. 

So here it is... I hope you are enjoying it! Jason is such a sweetie, and Salim is just as beautiful as always. 

I love them.

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Badra was something else, smelled something else; something different and yet the same as his far distant memories. As far as he remembered, the forest surrounded his parent’s house was caressed by the morning sunset, protected by the trees and a soft wind always whispered words in his ears. When he was alone, the woods were there to comfort him and held him in their firm but sweet embrace. Melina felt that too, she knew how the world around seemed to protect them both; the children of the south, so noisy and insecure despite everything else.

Their parents weren’t so bad; they were never beaten by their hands. Their family was, in fact, “casual” but it wasn’t perfect either. Their mother was always far away, too busy searching for God and for people to understand his truth; and their father... Well, he taught them how to use a rifle and hold them when they needed it but… He never got it right. He wasn’t so bad, however not so good either. He was just a man, a man doing his best for his children. So many times, he tried to connect with Jason; so many times, it failed. Even if he didn’t say it loud and clear, Mels was always her favorite. He loved his daughter more than his son, and with a mother so eager to leave the house for the town, the boy was left alone for hours and hours.

But when everyone else was gone, the forest remained. It was listening to him, and sometimes, when the days were dark and the thoughts so confused, it sang lullabies to him. Jason never understood it, however it was reassuring to be loved by someone, something in the woods. Whatever it was, this thing was there when no one else was.

And Badra felt the same. He was here for… How many? Two, maybe three days, and yet Jason felt it; this strange and warm feeling of comprehension. When the night fell on the houses, Jason knew it was out there. The village was looking after him, keeping it eyes wide-open so it could protect him. In this place, the vampires were powerless; even if they survived the flames and the smokes, the collapse of their own city in their head, they couldn’t harm the man here. Badra kept him safe and sound.

Once, Salim spotted him gazing the dying light. Once, he moved closer to him and said, quietly:

“Allah is watching over you, Jason.”

And for the first time in his life, he thought “maybe”. Maybe there is a God, and maybe he thinks I aint so bad. His eyes watched as the night took over the day, as his hand reached for Salim’s and then, suddenly, they kissed each other.

Jason didn’t know who started it, and frankly it didn’t matter. Their desire became so clear at the nightfall. If there were really a God upon their head, he must have smiled as he saw those men discovering the other for the very first time. Their hands explored everything, the beauty and the flaws of the flesh; their eyes looked deep into their similar and found more than love; they found home.

Home. A word so simple and meaningful in the same way.

Salim and him kissed, again. They tasted each other, smelled the dust, the sun which has warmed their skin, the spices and the flowers. They embraced each part of them, no matter how imperfect it was for others. Jason never minded the round belly of his lover; it was so sweet and warm between his fingers. Home. He knew he could rest his head against it for a thousand years and never get bored of it. He loved the shape of Salim’s lips; it was softer than he expected. And he drowned in his dark eyes, those two pearls so eager to express affection and to be worship by someone who worth it. Home.

Badra watched over them and sang that night, just like the forest of Jason’s childhood. Other people didn’t matter anymore, the war didn’t matter, and neither was the life and death of everything. It was all about them and about that gentle thought running through their skin, home. A home which was found in the eye of the chaos, next to the echoes of booming and hatred; home for the lonely souls.

“أحبك”

Was whispered by those lips, like a whisper carried by the wind into his mind. Jason didn’t understand the words, but he got the meaning of it. He knew; because Salim’s eyes already hummed it without second thinking. And he answered those kind feelings with a smile. “I love you too.”

And when the sun rose again, Jason knew the thing followed him; from his old house to the place where Salim asked him to stay. Maybe there was a God after all, and not the bad kind. Maybe he looked for him and saw the beauty of his soul, the one no one else seemed to notice, except his littler sister and Nicky, so he offered him someone; a good man. Salim. Jason didn’t like to think of the Iraqi as a reward, but it could explain why the guy was so patient and kind with him. Maybe, Allah, or whatever his name might be, is real. Perhaps, the whispers he heard since he was a lad told him that somehow, somewhere, he could find a permanent place to stay and a heart to cherish him.

“What are you thinking about?” Salim’s voice awoke him, as he was drowning under the thoughts of being, for once, the man someone has chosen. He couldn’t help a smile on his face, then he rolled his shoulders and laid next to his lover, who was waiting for an answer.

“Just thinking about my luck” he said, and shortly after the Iraqi dropped a kiss on his cheek. He was giggling, and Jason recognized the song of the woods in it. “Don’t mock me, you fucking smartass, I’m being sentimental here, for once”.

“Oh? Really? Then, tell me exactly what you were thinking about, Habibi. I’m curious.” How could he? Jason wasn’t used to express his feelings; however, Salim gave him the courage he needed to. His eyes were full of understanding as he placed a hand on his face before his fingers started to caress him. “Well...” Jason shyly spoke as the lips of the older man seemed so tempting. “I was just... Y’know… Thinking that… Well… I finally got it.”

“Got what, Jason?”

“Home.”

They shared a moment of silence, as their eyes caught, and their hands ran across each other. Not a word escaped their mouths; they didn’t need those for knowing and thinking the same. Home. They were each other’s home. And it felt right, just right and written by a force they couldn’t comprehend. For Salim, it was God, and even if Jason tended to believe in his presence, he liked to imagine his childhood’s forest coming to life only for him. And following until now.

In the distance, he saw a leaf, a single one, wagging thought the air. Jason knew it came to say goodbye to him, and he heard the wind around it whispering those few words: “You’re home. You’re safe. Take care of you and him, Jason. Farewell, my old friend.”

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[kazieka]

hold up im reading more about the lionfish thing and this one island in Honduras has had such a huge problem with lionfish that the measures they have taken include

• getting special exemption from the Honduran government to allow divers access to harpoons and spears which are otherwise illegal in fishing

• public campaign to teach people how to prepare and eat lionfish (apparently they are very tasty once the poisonous spines are removed) (but watch out)

• holding lionfish combination hunting competition and cookout (reportedly they killed and cooked 1,700 in a day) (someone killed 60 of them with a rubber band spear gun???)

• most recently and apparently out of desperation, the divers in charge of culling the lionfish in the Roatan Marine Park just started. feeding the lionfish they killed to sharks. bc what else are you gonna do with it

• the sharks don’t seem to notice or be affected by the poison and begin hanging out with the divers

• the sharks then were seen hunting and killing the lionfish on their own

like this is nuts to me sorry. the sharks just had to be shown “hey this is food, did you know?? you can eat these!! here try one!!” we are possibly altering an entire foodchain bc we like feeding the big ocean wolves

[1spooky2me]

Viziepop broke into my house, shattered my kneecaps, and made me draw Huskerdust as humans.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.